It wouldn't have been anything different than usual. [ Black fingers the edge of his book, then carefully marks his page and sets it aside; he scoots closer to Yosuke and pauses, uncertain—

before leaning against him. They've been closer at this point (an embarrassing thought), and this isn't going to kill either of them. ] I mean, Miss Sigrun does that every week, doesn't she? And every time someone calls for a strip search—Mr. Cherryblod had his theory last week with Misa that sounded way too out of this world, but he was right. He could've sent us on one then too, but he didn't.

And you didn't do it this time, either. Besides, Mettaton was making it really obvious that he was the culprit—he's never made such a big deal out of being suspected before, and he was leading us around by our noses until we had the right questions or accusations.

[ ...like Cherryblod and Sigrun had had. ]

It reminded me a lot of Yato, actually. [ Maybe it's just those types of people. ] ...what I'm trying to say is you shouldn't worry so much. Gut instincts are usually right, and if they're not... it isn't the end of the world. Someone'll figure something out something to counter your point, even if you do start running us in the wrong direction. No one wants to die here, not even me.